Clay Universe

SEEMINGLY COMFORTING OUR FICTITIOUS TRANQUILITY…SOARING THROUGH HADES ATOP WAVES…UNDULATING…MOTIONLESS…MONOTONE…SERPENTS SLIVER ABOUND HANGING STONE EONS IN THE MAKING…UPON DEAF REGARD WE FLOAT…SLOWLY…DELIBERATELY…TOWARDS A SINGULAR POINT…SILENT…LUCIFERS OFFERING CATAPULTED…SPIRALING AS ITS SUCCULENT NECTAR TRANSFORMS TO BLOOD…WEEPING…PAST INDISCRETIONS OF SPIRITS TRAPPED IN TIME…